Pratik Rimal

"The charm of mortal life, since her arrival has been joy, thoughts and longing of togetherness...a wish to be always behind her and protect her...maybe life after all gives us a second chance. And with your arrival, I now indeed believe that it sincerely does for our heavenly father cannot be heartless, as he instilled us with hearts of love, trust, faith, compassion and joy! .....

......Time tickles in joy and passes with a melancholic song. The hollow cry of penetrable sounds from the wild beasts underneath the moonlight alerts me of your hopeful
presence...and I am waiting..."

(extracted from: Stars Fall Down)



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Ever since I first started to write my first poem and article, I've loved to write. I continue to learn to write. In doing so, I let my feelings, thoughts, and emotions run wild and let people know what I intend to say, what I want to say. For me, writing is a creative expression to express what we never can say by speaking... Your readings and feedback are always important to me. Therefore, I wish that you'd write to me. My email address: pratik.rimal@hotmail.com Cell: +977-98511-42610

Monday, October 13, 2008

Time Instincts

Serene sounds of tranquility that I hearken on your arrival fills my heart with joy. Time mostly is cruel, but at times it is a blessing. But upon your arrival I wonder, is time really cruel? Or have we not developed instincts to read its messages encrypted in the natural signs we fail to acknowledge; which are everywhere?

Your graceful arrival has taught me an important lesson of time that I stood against for so long…patience.
Time harbors patience on us, and those who patiently wait and pass the frustrating test only gets the prize. After all, patience always repays. The repay, moreover is always sweet, and thus we long to cherish. Even if we fail to cherish for long, it still will be cherished as an euphoria that continually lingers in our memories.

INSTINCTS, we call the last sense is hard to develop. Unlike the five senses of vision, taste, touch, sound and smell, we have to cultivate it. Furthermore, it has to be nurtured; and the process is fearsome many people retreat in agony and or out of patience. That is why, I reason we falter. Consequently, we blame time to be cruel and our enemy.

I reclaim, my patient stay upon the time’s harsh test of pain, my increasing frustration of not finding someone I could relate to has finally paid off.

2 comments:

  1. u write incredibly dear nice one ma jahai time bhako bela ma ramro sanga padhcu la :)

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